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Dear Rowdy, 

Today and every other day I think about you. At school, I miss you. At ballgames, I think of you. At restaurants, I think about you a lot. At the grocery store, I miss you. I know you probably would not want to be with me at school or ballgames, but I know you would love to be with me eating a big steak at Texas Roadhouse. Actually, McDonalds is just as good for you, but I do know you have a habit of eating expensive meat- rabbit. The way you eat peanut butter is hilarious, and that memory alone could make me laugh for the rest of my life.  

I am so jealous of the way you run, and when you run so much that your legs get soar, I worry about you. Chasing fast rabbits is not the way to live life. Chase the slow ones, and you will also be chasing and catching your dreams. I know that I said that rabbits were an expensive meat, but the only expense is you running in the woods to much after them. I know you have the best nose a dog can have, and you catch rabbits good. However, just because you hunt whatever time of day and you live in a dog free country, you cannot hunt all the time.  

You are the best dog I've ever had, and I cannot wait till me and you go on road trips soon, even though you do not like riding in vehicles. I know you do like getting up in my truck, and maybe you'll soon find out that once it is moving it is fun too. Rowdy, I love you, you little beagle! 

Love, 

Heather Smith